Chapter 379. The King and the Warlock (2) I also want to just do research on my own.
But, of course, when it comes to the grounds within the capital, I can’t just break through on my own.
You should do it, but it doesn’t look good.
“This is the royal castle. You can’t touch it without permission from His Majesty, right?”
“Is that something to be concerned about…?
Uh I got it I just want to check it out for myself. do it well.”
“thank you. Did you hear Dia?”
“….yes.”
Dia quietly bowed her head and warned us to back off for safety.
“I’m going to drill a hole right here. Just in case, I want the two of you to stay close behind me.”
Just in case, she even cast a magic for protection, and immediately hit the floor with instant power over and over again with her psychosomatic magic.
The principle is roughly like an excavator.
There is no entrance, so you have to destroy it.
Instead, the rest of the buildings are held tightly together with mana to prevent damage to the building.
Knock again and again! thud! There was a heavy sound, and finally the floor completely shattered and collapsed.
“It’s done. There are no signs of further collapse, but I think we should be careful.”
Dia looked around in case she didn’t know.
And our two brothers looked down the hole cautiously.
“…The bottom is really empty.”
“As expected, it’s pretty deep.”
Perhaps what we drilled was part of the corridor going down.
“Let’s try going in.”
“hmm!”
At a fairly late age, my brother and I were a little excited when we opened our eyes to treasure hunting.
What’s down here?
As detected, the road going down was quite deep, and the structure was also solid, unlike the above.
I could feel the intention of paying attention so that it would never collapse in any case.
It’s probably not a place made to hide nothing.
What if?
At that time, I would be inexhaustibly embarrassed.
There is nothing more embarrassing in the world than being fooled…
Well, I’m pretty sure this time around.
The cult leader recognized me as a descendant of Ernesia.
That means she’s related to her ancestors in some way.
In addition, the skeleton also spoke with a similar nuance.
After all, he’s the most suspicious.
For now, interrogating him is for later.
In any case, if it’s relevant, you should know.
It might be a clue to uncovering her purpose and immortality magic.
It’s annoying, but it’s a process worth enduring.
I have to clearly grasp and see through it so that I can gain some benefit from this incident.
Above all, it is interesting to know about beings who are not reincarnated but have that much knowledge.
“As expected, it doesn’t seem like a simple warehouse.”
As I was walking, I found something in the hallway.
It’s like a switch.
I secretly expected it to be a trap, but no matter how much, I wouldn’t set a trap in the castle unless it was a dungeon.
I was sure it was safe, and when I pressed it, the magic tools installed in the windows in the hallway lit up.
You have sense.
“An old-fashioned but simple light magic tool. In other words, it must mean that the first king, His Majesty, frequented this place.”
“Well, if it’s a simple warehouse, there’s no reason to install these lights.”
Back then, unlike now, magic tools like this were rare.
As we proceeded, the door to a certain room finally appeared.
“There is a barrier.”
Dia looks first and then asks what to do.
“Release? can you do it?”
“It seems that it will be difficult to release it by inducing the correct procedure because it is old.
There is no choice but to damage the magic ceremony.”
“are you okay. Just unlock it.”
It’s supposed to be to prevent intruders anyway, right?
We? Aren’t we legitimate descendants?
Ancestors’ relics are what descendants have the right to do as they please.
When Dia cancels the magic ceremony, a crackling sound is heard and the door swings open weakly.
Thanks to the preservation magic, it didn’t rust unexpectedly.
“It’s surprisingly clean…
” “I see.”
“It wasn’t just a protective barrier, but there was also magic to maintain hygiene.
Thanks to that, not a single speck of dust would have accumulated.”
This is an increasingly questionable story.
Normally, I wouldn’t bother to keep a single secret room free of dust.
“…but rather than a warehouse.”
Looking around the room, Jeil Hyung-nim looked at a certain place as if he was embarrassed.
It’s strange that there’s a bed and a table with an empty bottle of alcohol, or something secret.
No, a secret is a secret room.
“Arel?”
“I can only see this as a bedroom.”
That’s the same, brother. Coincidentally, I also had a similar thought.
some kind of weird vibe.
It’s just a normal bedroom.
“No, no matter how, why do you have a bedroom in a place like this…?”
What kind of country’s king would benefit from putting a bedroom in a place like this?
My brother’s expression hardened after rolling his head for a moment.
I came to a similar idea because I thought someone might not be a brother.
” your majesty.”
“Arel?”
“Has Your Majesty ever set up a secret bedroom like this?”
“…How about you?”
“Do you really need to ask?”
Alas, our descendants covered their faces with both hands.
Because it was us, it was easy to imagine the use of this place.
That’s right!
Certainly no one can easily find it, and there is no physical entrance, so no one can get in! You probably needed a certain artifact or something to get in here.
In other words, no one except the person concerned and the person he or she has given permission to enter.
“The use is obvious.”
Above all, the records already left in history tell us the disposition of His Majesty the first king at the time.
It is said that he had as many as 20 concubines in his later years, right?
Of course, there is nothing strange about one or two bedrooms made for secret love.
Does that mean that the first king, His Majesty, is here…?
Ancestors! Why did you leave this place!
The traces of our ancestors’ promiscuous life, which were revealed unintentionally, made me and my older brother speechless.
Dia is also a silent guy who doesn’t even breathe anymore.
There is probably nothing to say about this atmosphere.
It was really good that I didn’t bring anyone else.
yeah i’m confused too
“…Arell? Do you really think there’s a secret in a place like this?”
“I think I may have misunderstood something.”
I’m human too, so there are times when I make mistakes hehehehe? The atmosphere is cheap even to laugh at it.
I can’t.
Now that it’s like this, I’m going to change my strategy and just get rid of her..
That was then.
Isn’t Dia, who was silent, calling me quietly?
“Arel.”
“Dia… I feel embarrassed at times like this.
So, at times like this, just laugh…?”
“Arel.”
Apparently, the reason they were looking for me was not to blame the embarrassing atmosphere.
Looking back, she was examining all but one book on the bare bookshelf.
“I think you should see this.”
“What? Do you have any dirty books?”
Is it something you have to show me?
However, knowing that Dia wasn’t the type to talk nonsense, I was slightly hopeful.
The result of checking the book roughly.
“Ohhh?”
It is beyond imagination.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a bad book.
But in a different way, it is unexpected.
“?…This.”
“Arel what is that?”
The oldest brother also noticed that something was out of the ordinary.
“Is this what we were looking for?”
“It’s a little different from that. but.”
I smiled faintly with the meaning of ‘I finally found it’.
“It seems to be related.”
“What on earth are you talking about like that?”
“It’s handwritten.”
“Watercraft?”
What Dia found was neither a magic book nor a black mage strategy guide.
Just one handwriting.
“It is a memoir written directly by His Majesty the King.”
“…That may be something important, but in this situation, what is it…
Of course, in terms of historical value, it may be quite important, but it is far from what we are looking for.
The oldest brother, who didn’t know why I was making such a fuss, was embarrassed.
Well, the country would have been like that too.
I was disappointed when I first found out that it was a manual.
After flipping through Whiririk, I realized that this was not a mere memoir.
“There is something quite interesting written in these notes.”
What do you mean?”
“There are two main figures mentioned in this memoir.”
I spread two fingers.
“First of all, the narrator, His Majesty the first King who wrote this memoir. And the second one….
This will surely surprise my older brother.
I was so sure I mentioned her name.
“Louireina.”
“What?!”
My brother made a puzzled expression.
Louis Reina.
It must be a very familiar name.
“Did I hear you wrong? Its name is
“Yes, it is. We all know a woman with the same name these days.”
The black magician in question.
Ruireina, the leader of the Dark Church.
“What happened…? On the other hand, His Majesty, the first guest… what…
“I think you’ll find out if you read it.”
After reading a few chapters of this, I understand that the purpose of this memo is to show the end.
So let’s raise our voice and hold a reading, Your Majesty.
After glancingly confirming that my older brother was silently listening.
I read through this manuscript.
“….Once upon a time.”
There is no specific phrase like this, but it starts like this on purpose.
Originally, this is how an old story should begin—it was about 500 years ago, even before the founding of the Kingdom of Ernesia.
The pale blond young man was walking through the woods with half-impatient steps.
His name is Raychen Ernesia.
He is a young man who was a lowly soldier who lives in a small estate located on the border of the Merman Empire.
Now he is exploring the forest, which is rumored to be the most sinister in the territory.
The purpose is because there is what you are looking for here.
Recently, a great famine has occurred throughout the empire.
Agriculture did not flourish properly—even pestilence was circulating in some areas.
And the plague spread to Raychen’s hometown.
More than half of the villagers have already fallen ill.
In addition, his younger sister also fell ill with the plague.
His family was poor.
Just a low-end soldier’s family?
It was all I could barely put in my mouth.
How much can a ten-year-old child raised in such an environment really last?
In effect, it is like being sentenced to death.
approximately? Such things are enjoyed only by high-ranking nobles.
When commoners like them get sick, there is nothing they can do except scoop out the clearest water from the lake and let them drink or wipe themselves.
Even that became impossible due to a massive drought.
Reichen’s parents were already giving up.
